The speed with which Roman's head popped up from between Dean's legs would have been comical if the lights hadn't began to flicker and the window hadn't began to rattle alarmingly at the same moment. All arousal vanishing like a wisp of smoke, Dean shoved himself back towards the head of the bed.

"Light breeze, Ro?"

Dean's voice was sharp, his words clipped, hovering on the very edge of panicked. He reached out for Roman's hand, gravitating towards the older man's grounding touch. Roman squeezed his fingers, offering reassurance as he quickly scanned the room, taking stock of the situation.

The lights were now flickering rapidly enough to almost be strobing, the large window still shaking menacingly in it's frame, the whole unnerving situation in no way helped by the vicious screeching of something metallic outside as it was blown across the parking lot by the force of the wind. Thankfully it sounded more like a trash can than a car, but it still made him uneasy. It had been so dark when they arrived, and the weather already so foul that they had rushed into their room that Roman had absolutely no idea if there were any utility poles or trees nearby which might be a potential hazard. That thought did not sit well with him.

Deciding that it was better to be safe than sorry, he sprang into action, hopping off the bed, seeking out their clothes. Mindful of Dean's slightly nervous wariness, he kept his tone light as he informed him of the plan.

"Looks like we're moving this sleepover back to the bathroom, baby boy," He threw a pair of shorts at his lover. "Get those on and grab the cover and pillows...we might as well get comfortable."

He stepped into his own shorts and dragged a fresh shirt over his head, grabbing another for Dean as well as their cell phones and a handful of snacks from their picnic selection. Turning back to the bed, he was greeted with the sight of Dean still sat in the same spot against the pillows, looking as if he had barely moved at all.

"Come on Deano, you gotta move...shorts on, babe..."

Prompted by Roman's urging, Dean finally got to his feet, stooping to slip on the shorts Roman had flung his way.

At that same moment all hell broke loose.

The unmistakable sound of shattering glass heralded a spike in volume as the window blew in, smashed by what appeared to be a large branch, answering Roman's question about whether there had been any trees surrounding them in the worst way possible.

The lights finally flickered out for good a second later, lasting just long enough for Roman to witness Dean, shorts still no further than his knees, stumble backwards, catching his head on the sharp corner of the nightstand, falling to the floor in a frighteningly motionless heap.

"Dean!"

Glass and god only knows what else crunched under Roman's bare feet as he rushed across the room to his stricken boyfriend's side. He paid it no need in his haste, desperate to reach Dean, desperate to make sure he was ok, casting aside everything he was holding except his cell phone.

Reaching the fallen branch he was relieved to see that it seemed to have missed Dean. The window however was obliterated, as was the wall underneath it, and the angle it had fallen at was blocking the door, but none of that mattered as long as it hadn't landed on the most precious thing in the room. He stepped over it, wincing as a sharp broken twig scratched at his shin.

Turning on the flashlight on his phone, he checked out Dean's prone form. Thankfully, Dean seemed to have been mostly unharmed by the breaking glass, save for what seemed to be a few minor scratches on his lower legs, but that was small consolation in the face of the slowly spreading pool of blood underneath his head and the even more worrying fact that he appeared to have been knocked out cold.

Roman inspected the area around Dean's head as best he could without moving him. Tracing the source of the bleeding to a gash above Dean's ear, Roman pulled off his shirt, softly pressing it against the wound in an attempt to halt the flow, desperately hoping it was the only cut.

"Did I win?" Dean slurred, starting to come round.

Roman placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, gently holding him down as he attempted to sit up.

"Stay still baby boy. You cracked your head pretty bad there..."

"Did I win though?"

Dean struggled for the briefest of moments, the throbbing ache in his head soon making him think better of it. He sank back into the rough carpet with a pitiful groan. Roman breathed deeply, trying to remain calm for both of them.

"You're not in a match. You're in a motel and a tree just smashed in the window, there's broken glass everywhere," Roman paused as a worrying thought occurred to him. "Do you remember who I am?"

"Pfft...course I know who you are. M'big sexy Ro... and I'm not afraid of a bit of glass...you forget about the matches I used to wrestle?"

"This isn't a deathmatch, Deano. Just humour me here, ok? " Roman shuddered.

"Aww, big dog get squeamish at the rough stuff?"

"Only when you're involved. I love you too much to see you put yourself through all that. Now stay still, place this far from town must have some sort of backup generator, it's bound to kick in soon."

"Ok, wake me when it does...jus gonna have a lil sleep while we wait."

Hopefully the night clerk in the office would have been alerted to what had happened by now and help would be already on it's way. In the meantime, aware that Dean may be suffering from a concussion, Roman knew that he had to keep him awake until he could get medical attention.

"Sorry, babe, you need to stay awake."

"But I'm sleepy."

"I know Deano, but we gotta get you checked out first."

"Mr Brooks! Mr Williams!"

Roman breathed a sigh of relief as the voice of the night clerk broke through the droning of the wind.

"Mr Brooks! Mr Williams! Are you in there?"

"Yes! We're both trapped in here!" Roman yelled back in reply.

Dean stirred again, only to find himself held in place by Roman once more. He patted at his boyfriend's side to get his attention.

"Ro?" Dean's voice was almost a whisper, forcing Roman to lean close to hear him. "Ro?"

"Yes baby boy?"

"I've still got my dick out..."

Carefully, so as not to jostle him too much, Roman tugged Dean's shorts back into place.

"Thanks."

The night clerk called to them once again.

"Are you both ok in there?"

"No. My partner has a head wound and maybe a concussion."

"S'not that bad...jus a lil bump...taken worse..."

"Dean, please don't fight me on this. I'm not taking any chances with you."

"Awww. You love me..."

"Of course I love you. Now please stay still and let me look after you."

"Ok...pardner."

"Mr Williams? Ambulance and fire brigade are on their way and we have someone working on getting the generator started so with a bit of luck we'll have the lights back on soon. Just hold tight please. Is there anything you need in the meantime?"

"Not unless you're good at moving big ass trees, we're as good as we're gonna be, thanks."

Dean squirmed again pushing at Roman's hand trying to move him, attempting once more to sit up.

"Noooo. Lemme up. Needta get away from the fire..."

"What fire?"

"Man said fire brigade is coming..."

"Hush, baby boy. Don't fret about that. There's no fire. They're coming to move that big ass tree I just said to the clerk about. Then we can get you looked at by the paramedics, ok?"

"Ok. No fire good thing."

Dean's voice was getting slow and heavy sounding once again. Roman shuffled round closer, placing himself between Dean and what remained of the window, using his own body as a windbreak.

"Ro?"

"Yes?"

"Head hurts."

"I know baby boy, but the medics will be here soon and they'll help you feel better. You just gotta keep talking to me...about anything, just talk, ok?"

"What about?"

"Anything," Roman wracked his brain for something they could talk about, something that would distract Dean even with after a bad bump. An idea came to him. "Say, baby boy, tell me...is bigfoot just a fairy story made up by drunk hunters?"

That was all the prompt Dean needed, earning Roman a repeat of a lecture on modern cryptozoological discoveries which he had heard many times before, but one which he was more than happy to sit through again if it meant that his lover was awake.

Dean's mumbled seminar was cut short by the arrival of the fire crew who made short work of propping up what needed to be propped up and safely removing the fallen tree, allowing the paramedics access to the disaster that had been their room. Only when Roman stepped reluctantly away to allow them room to work, did he notice that the power had been restored, the light from the open bathroom doorway spilling into the bedroom, it's dim glow just enough to allow him to safely navigate the shattered glass minefield in search of shoes and another shirt.

With thankfully only a token protest, Dean agreed to be taken to the nearest emergency room to be checked over properly. For one brief awful moment, Roman feared that he might not be able to accompany him, but his fears were unfounded.

The short journey passed in silence, the two holding hands, only letting go once, and then only at the request of the paramedic. Some corner of his mind registered that the winds were still fierce, that the ambulance seemed to drift across the roadway a little as the gusts hit it's side, but he tuned it out, focusing only on Dean, trusting the driver to get them to the hospital safely.

Arriving at the hospital, a new worry struck Roman. What if they were seen? They were going to have to drop the false names for the paperwork, what if someone recognised them? There were plenty of folk more famous than he or Dean, but the right tip off to the right website could mean all sorts of problems. The emergency room was a lot quieter than he feared, but still Roman had a quick word with the nurse on duty about keeping Dean's real identity secret when he returned the completed forms.

Then he waited.

His own scrapes and scratches attended to, still more than an hour passed before a nurse came to bring him back to the curtained cubicle where Dean was being treated. Roman trailed after him, stepping through the curtain that was held open for him, remaining silent until he heard it close behind him, leaving the pair alone.

Dean waved groggily from the bed, neck now free of the brace he had worn in the ambulance, head now adorned with a neatly wrapped bandage circling his head like a sweatband. He gestured at the new decoration.

"Just gotta wait here until the doc comes to discharge me. Xray came back ok, all I have is this neat little gash. Only needed eight stitches...hope it won't make the hair situation any worse. You might not love me anymore if I had weird bald spots…"

Roman moved to the bedside, gathering Dean up in the gentlest embrace he could manage.

"You asshole. Of course I'd still love you if you had weird bald spots...weird bald spots, a beard like Daniel, if you put on sixty pounds...I'm in this for the long haul."

Dean leaned into the embrace. "Same here."

"I have never been so scared as I was tonight when I saw you fall. You didn't move...all those damn fool things you've done and I thought you'd been taken out by a tree and a table."

"Take more than that to finish me, Ro."

"I know, but they beat you pretty good anyway even if they didn't get the pin in the end. Point is, it all got me thinking...if we hadn't been sneaking around this would never have happened. We'd have been curled up at home in bed instead of stuck here in some hospital in god knows where hiding under false names. I'm done."

"You're done? Just like that you're done? What happened to the man who just told me he was in it for the long haul not just two minutes ago?"

"Oh my god...sorry, baby boy...not done with us...never that...I meant done with the sneaking."

The relief flooding over Dean was practically visible. "Ok. Good. That's good...so you mean…"

"I think it's time we started letting folk know. I don't mean the public, not yet anyway...but maybe our folks, and the guys from work? Only if you're up ok with it too."

"As long as we're together I think I could be." The curtain twitched, heralding the arrival of the doctor. Dean smiled up at Roman, his gaze full of love. "You go call this accident in to the office while the doc signs me out...and then, let's go home."

"Your place or mine?"

"Doesn't matter, whichever one it is, as long as I'm with you, it's ours."

The original request from titaniumkitten asked for some Golden Age of Ambreigns h/c with our boys sneaking about & getting caught up in a disaster. Injured Dean, frantic caring Roman & plenty of fluff. Hope this did the trick.

Fic tags will be updated in a few days so as not to give away any spoilers!